The Prince’s Past
Melody was already impressed, for her first date with a man she had met online only days ago she had to admit she felt a little swept off her feet. His name was Lydian, and their phone conversation the previous night had been comfortable and full of laughter as they each shared a glass of red wine over the phone.
Melody was more than just a little plump these days, and her often wore exceedingly tight clothing to make it clear that she made no apologies for her size. She often liked to let her sizable belly hang playfully over the waistline of her pants which, loving that it would jiggle more than just a little with any sudden movements she made. She especially enjoyed it when she occasionally caught someone glancing down at it.
Lydian had already confessed his love for fat girls, the fatter the better. He seemed to have travelled a lot for a young man, and at some point during their phone conversation Melody joked that he must be quite rich and that she liked that in a man, he coyly replied that in that case he couldn’t even begin to tell her how rich he really was which made her laugh some more. After another glass of wine Melody had gotten quite flirtatious about her eating habits over the phone with him and began listing all her favourite foods in her silkiest sexiest voice, bragging about how much food she could put away, proudly boasting that earlier in the week she had actually managed to finish the $500 Monster Burger Challenge at her favourite local steakhouse. At first she’d actually been quite annoyed when bachelor extended her a dinner invitation. This was mainly due to him dismissing her claims of prize-winning gluttony as “nothing” and boldly declaring that his cooking was most certainly far superior when compared to the plain and boring food she’d find in even the finest restaurants.
Melody felt it a little arrogant of him when he tried to assure her that after tasting his cooking she wouldn’t be able to help but beat her own personal eating record without even trying! She had scoffed at his claims remembering clearly just how full she’d felt that night after finally finishing the Monster Burger. It was a tough challenge and she only made it by the narrowest of margins. She’d even gotten a large round of applause from all the steakhouse staff as she was awarded her $500 prize, having earned the honour of being the first woman to have ever beaten the challenge. Realising how much that accomplishment meant to her made her giggle internally, as honestly it was one of the proudest moments of her life. How dare this guy belittle her achievement! Being a little drunk and slightly annoyed at Lydian’s bravado she rejected his invitation and told him she wasn’t interested in someone who would over-exaggerate so wildly, and that she now doubted his stories of travel and his supposed wealth.
After hanging up the phone Melody rubbed her rather large belly smiling to herself remembering how bloated and swollen it had been after earning her achievement of gluttony. When leaving the steakhouse that night she’d had to lay down on the back seat of the taxi all the way home because she was too stuffed to be able to sit upright. A hot flush came over her as she remembered staggering up her driveway feeling like a big waddling swollen balloon. She’d never felt so horny in her entire life. No boyfriend had even come close to arousing her that much. She remembered how she stripped naked and lay back on her bed, groaning with a big smile on her chubby face as she rubbed and massaged her poor completely swollen belly. Melody bit her lip as she remember the hours of self-induced passion that had followed that evening after she had discovered, to her sheer delight, that she could make herself cum over and over all night long simply from vigorously squeezing and massaging her overstuffed bloated belly! She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to feel so full, fantasizing about how fat she’d get if she ate like that every day. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d enjoyed that night whilst staring at the curve of her dome shaped belly in the mirror, almost taught with food, rising and falling with her breathing, it’s thick layer of fat wobbling as she desperately tried to ease some of the discomfort of being so fully stuffed.
The morning after her phone call to Lydian, Melody found a message from him in her Inbox. She opened it dubiously, but was surprised to find a rather heartfelt letter of apology. He said he was truly sorry to have insulted her taste and capacity for fine food, and that he was only meant to assert how passionate he was about his cooking, and how if someone like herself who enjoyed the benefits of plentiful quantities were to evaluate his culinary skill to their liking, how proud he would be. The letter finished with his hope that she would like to call him again someday. In his signature was a link to his facebook page.
Melody was a little more than curious. She spent a little time doing some friendly snooping on Lydian’s profile, and perving on his clean cut good looks she had to admit to herself. Whilst he certainly looked sharp in an Armani suit he looked even better in his bathers, and if that was his swimming pool he certainly appeared to live quite a luxurious lifestyle. She browsed an album titled “Pool Pics.” Suddenly a photo of a teenage Lydian in some very tight speedos raised her eyebrows. She read the photo’s caption,
“Here’s me nearly 10 years ago about to attempt a double backflip off my new 10m diving board. As predicted by Alice, it didn’t end well LOL!” In the background was a rather fat blonde girl sunbathing in a rather skimpy bikini, her fat rolls were almost completely hiding the bottoms. Even more interesting to Melody was that the girl appeared to be absolutely surrounded by food. Platters of cheese and wine, a plate of sushi, other assorted snacks and nibbles, were all placed in arms reach around her deck chair, meanwhile she looked like she was rather enjoying a large choc-fudge covered ice-cream cone! Melody had to admit this girl looked a bit like herself, only much, much fatter. Same blonde hair and a slightly pink-ish hue to her skin. Melody imagined that she was looking at a photo of her future self and it was so uncanny it gave her goose bumps as well as pleasing warmth between her thighs.
Melody chuckled to herself, lucky bitch! So who was this Alice? Some lucky high-school sweetheart of his? Melody had never had a serious feeder boyfriend, only handful of casual flings. Whilst they had been fun, but now at twenty-four she was hoping for something more long term, mainly because it meant she could start planning her life towards the goal of becoming as huge as she imagined herself in dreams and fantasises. Curiosity got the better of her and she searched his profile for more references to this Alice girl. As she found more and more picture Alice got bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Melody grinned to herself, maybe he wasn’t exaggerating about his cooking after-all!
Melody’s grin quickly faded though and she became disheartened upon learning that Alice was in fact Lydian’s ex-wife of seven years. This was a part of the conversation he’d conveniently left out in their phone call. When Melody had asked him if he’d ever been with a feedee before he’d said no, what was the deal? She saw a comment from Alice under one of Lydian’s photos saying “My sexy half!” and clicked on the link and watching eagerly as the profile loaded. The woman’s profile stated she was twenty-seven years old, divorced, and then her profile pic loaded and by god she was enormous! From her photo she looked to be at least five hundred pounds, quite possibly more! Melody’s heart skipped a beat. She swooned imagining herself at that size, how hot it would be. Then she read the caption on the photo, which read “first 100lbs gone, so proud of myself! Can’t wait till I’m thin enough to wear all my designer dresses again!” Melody was now thoroughly intrigued. Melody snooped a few more photos scanning the captions, “Ex-hubby’s money finally going towards something useful!” under a picture of Alice and a personal trainer. Another showed a bowl of salad and a diet shake saying, “Sigh, my new diet can’t deny how much I miss his cooking.”
Holy shit this girl didn’t even appear to be feedee and he’d managed to help her get this fat?! Melody was puzzled, did he manipulate this poor woman into gaining weight for him? Surely he wouldn’t have sent her a link to his facebook page if he had something hide, or maybe it was an accident and he forgot about the link in his signature? Melody frowned for a moment. Deciding she didn’t want to take any changes with a douchbag. She opened a new message window to Alice and began typing. She introduced herself and asked about Lydian, and whether it would be wise to accept a dinner invitation from him. It wasn’t long before she received a rather detailed response. It read,
Hello nice to meet you. Regarding my ex-husband, I’m very glad you thought to ask me about him. Listen, I know Lydian seems like a great guy, and he really is in so many ways. He’s a true prince of a man not only in name but also in his generous nature, and in seven years of marriage I never once saw him even so much as wish another person malicious intent, but do consider it my duty to warn you that he’s not all that he seems and share with you a few things about our marriage.
Melody was even more puzzled and curious, and what did she mean by a prince not only in name, did he come from a royal family?
Lydian and I were high school sweethearts and right from the start. I was crazy about him and he always treated me with such love and kindness. I had been an orphan from the age of fifteen, and I couldn’t believe my luck that such a handsome boy, kind, and funny, let alone a prince would fall in love with me. It was like something out of a fairy tale. He always tried his hardest to cheer me up and make me happy. And I was, very happy, for a good many years with him. Even at the end I can’t say anything bad about the way he treated me. He willingly offered me exactly half of his fortune in the divorce. I want for nothing and I just want to make it clear I have no malice towards him or jealousy towards you. I’m just trying to do the right thing by sending you this warning. You see being married to him came at a very high price. What I’m about to tell you will probably sound completely crazy but I feel like I have a responsibility to tell you.
The only problem with Lydian is that he’s obsessed with food. More accurately he’s obsessed with serving someone food. He cooks and cooks all day long, and he’s a brilliantly talented cook, perhaps even a genius. I’ve never met anyone who could resist his culinary skills. Now I imagine he’s probably already told you that he likes his women big, and I knew this before we got engaged, but what I didn’t know was exactly HOW BIG he really wanted me to get! As much as part of me still loves him, in the end I simply had to leave him before I became too big to walk or even get out of bed at all!
Melody felt herself squirm in her seat, feeling slightly guilty that she was getting turned on. She kept reading,
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming him for how big I’ve gotten, not exactly, or at least I was as much at fault. He never actually prevented me from trying to lose weight, and certainly never demanded that I put on weight for him. The real problem was that he just refused to stop serving me food. I don’t think he could help it even if he wanted to, it’s just part of who he is, like some kind of an obsession.
Now I know you might think, well okay so it’s your own fault for accepting the food, well yes and no. Unfortunately for me, the more I tried to resist him temptations of food the more exquisite and delicious his cooking would get until I eventually caved. Whenever I tried dieting his dishes only got more sinfully fattening. No matter how much I begged him to stop, or to at least cook something healthy, he would always just look sadly into my eyes, tell me how beautiful I was and remind me that I didn't have to eat a single bite of his food if that’s what I really wanted, but also that he was very sorry he just couldn’t stop himself from wanting to feed me things that I would find yummy. He always said that the deeper his love for me grew, the better he knew what my appetite craved, and boy was that true.
But again whenever I tried to reason with him, he claimed was finding it as impossible to control his compulsion to cook for me, as it was impossible for me to reject his food. I used to question if he was being completely honest about this claim every day, but since our divorce I have come to trust that is what he truly believes.
I swear on my soul that there is something extraordinary about his food that makes it completely impossible to turn down. Over the years we were married his skill in the kitchen only got better and better, and I found myself becoming addicted. I would seriously challenge anyone to take just one bite of one of his dishes and then not eat the whole thing.
Now I really don’t mean to be rude, but I have looked at your profile pictures and, as I suspected, as attractive as you are, that you do already seem to have a little bit of an issue controlling your weight, and before you say there’s no way you’d ever let yourself get as big as me I’ll have you know that I was only a size 16 when I got engaged!
After seven years of marriage I had become so heavy that I started to have trouble making it to the bathroom by myself and I became very distressed, and it only got worse as I continued to grow. I could tell that my growing distress and fear was upsetting Lydian greatly, he always reassured me that I would want for nothing if my biggest fear came true. And then one morning he tenderly took my hand and through many tears told me that he had purchased a beautiful home for me on the other side of town, and that I could move there as soon as I wanted, somewhere I was going to be safely away his food. From then on we only saw each other in a neutral place, far away from any food, even then he couldn’t resist bring me a box of cupcakes or some kind of desert, but at least I finally had my weight under control.
It didn’t take long for him to become even more terribly depressed. I couldn’t bear to see him like that way anymore than I could face eating myself to death. Eventually we began to talk about divorce, both agreeing it would be for the best if we moved on with our lives.
Honestly I feel terrible for talking about Lydian this way, but I send you this warning for his own good as much as yours. Know that his kindness knows no bounds and he deserves to find someone and be happy, perhaps if he found the right person they could help him understand and cure his dangerous obsession.
I’m sure by now reading this you’re probably thinking that I’m quite insane, or that this is some kind of joke, but I assure am completely serious. All I can say is that if you do decide to pursue him you’d better make sure you have your willpower completely in check when it comes to food.
Melody blinked, unsure what to make of what she had just read. She also couldn’t deny she was quite turned on imagining an amazingly talented chef who suffered an uncontrollable compulsion to feed his wife all she could eat all day every day. Alice’s nightmare sounded more like one of Melody’s twisted sexual fantasies.
She also felt sorry for the girl. Melody was also an orphan. She’d lost her father to cancer before she was born and a car accident had tragically claimed the lives of her mother and her grandmother only four years ago. But Melody had already moved out of home back when she was seventeen, mainly to escape her mother’s overbearing concern about her weight, and although that didn’t lessen the heartbreak of losing her only close family, at least Melody felt she had been relatively independent when it happened. She could only imagine what it would have been like to go through that at the age of fifteen.
Browsing back through some more of Alice’s photographs she came across what must have been quite an old holiday snap. There they were together in some exotic location, and there was Lydian, looking very young and cute, and Alice was, wow, she wasn’t kidding about how much she’d gained. Here she was comparatively tiny, of course she was still pretty fat by regular standards. Melody couldn’t help but think Alice looked to be around the same size as she herself was right now. She cupped a bit of her fat to mimic the way Lydian was holding Alice in the photo to improve her estimate. It was kind of a subconscious habit Melody had developed whenever she saw another fattie around the same size as herself in a loving embrace. As she browsed a couple more photos from that same day Melody couldn’t help but notice how happy they looked. The caption read “happier times” and underneath there was a comment from Lydian, it read, “My dear sweet Alice, this is the last time I remember being truly happy. I am glad you remember that day fondly.” Melody smiled and picked up the phone, she felt this guy was worth a chance. Even if this he turned out to be a nut case, at least he knew how to treat a lady.
A phone call later Melody and Lydian were chatting and joking just as they had been the previous night. Melody was very tempted to bring up the bizarre message she got from his ex-wife but decided not to spoil the conversation, maybe it was something better handled in person. He re-extended his dinner invitation but this time she accepted.
Although she hated to admit it, Melody was very impressed when a chauffer driven four-wheel drive limousine rolled up at her house to pick her up. She was even more impressed to find that inside it was decked out with large seats designed for someone many times her size, and there was with a mini fridge full with a glass window full of tempting looking cakes and deserts, and also a bottle of champagne. A note saying to please help herself and not to worry about spoiling her appetite made the blood rush to her head. Growing up, Melody and her mother hadn’t been poor, but they were hard up enough to find rich people flaunting their fortunes distasteful. However, Melody couldn’t help but feel excited as she limo pulled away. If he was trying to seduce her with luxury she had to admit it might just be working. She gingerly picked up one small cake and was amazed at the texture. So perfect! God Alice wasn’t half wrong about how good his cooking was. But part of her was disappointed. Alice’s claims of losing complete control after one bite seemed exaggerated, even though Melody was a complete glutton through and through, she still felt like she had full control over what she was eating. The idea losing all willpower sounded like a fun fantasy, but also little too ridiculous to take seriously. She shrugged and decided to eat the rest of the contents of the fridge anyway just for fun.
As the limo drove up to a large set of gates Melody looked beyond them and gasped at the size of the mansion and grounds. It was like a palace, and no small one at that. The grounds were like a botanical garden with fountains and statues decorating the landscape. As the limo pulled up to the house the electronic doors opened, Melody stepped out in awe of her surroundings. At first she’d been worried that allowing herself to be so easily impressed by his wealth might make her seem superficial, now she didn’t care. She couldn’t help but be impressed, anyone would have been. She looked around with wide eyes like a small child would on their first trip to Disneyland.
A familiar voice got her attention and she composed herself. Lydian stood there smiling warmly, the limo drove away and they were alone together.
For her date, Melody had gone with her tightest hottest outfit, which was currently an exceedingly tight blue shirt and slacks so skin-tight they looked painted on. At first she let her gut playfully overhang the waistline of her pants just a little, and then pulled it out all the way deciding it was both sexier and more comfortable.
“I must say you look even more breathtaking in person. I made these especially for you this afternoon, they’ll be your new favourite. Please, enjoy,” he offered her a rather large box filled with round chocolates.
“Oh?” Melody raised an eyebrow and gave him an amused smirk as if to say, “I’ll be the judge of what’s my new favourite thanks you,” but as soon as she popped one in her mouth the smirk became a smile. All of a sudden she found herself staggering and he caught her arm to help her regain her balance. The flavour had released so many endorphins at once it had made her dizzy with pleasure.
“Oh they’re good!” she exclaimed with her mouthful.
She took a few seconds to compose herself, her gut had wobbled dramatically as she clutched Lydian’s arm for balance, it now spilled all the way over the brim of her pants. She caught his eye glancing down at it for just a split second before meeting her eyes. She smiled and deliberately accentuated the wobble as she took a step forward. His eyes were drawn back to it again. She felt like she was in control again and her confidence returned. As they walked towards the house he talked and she listened, or more accurately she ate all of the chocolates whilst nodding. He told her of his ancestors who build the palace centuries ago in France and then had it shipped around the world brick by brick and rebuilt where it now stands only a few decades ago. He of course wasn’t happy with interior and had the whole inside redone, mainly so that his ex-wife could be more comfortable.
“Ex-wife?” Melody enquired feigning ignorance.
“Yes for seven years, we’ve been divorced for three now,” he said as he opened the main doors of the house.
Immediately the smell of bacon seemed to permeate Melody’s being. Her mouth watered. She reached for another chocolate subconsciously a little surprised to discover she’d eaten the whole box already. Noticing this, Lydian opened a hotplate that for some reason was positioned in the foyer. Without missing a beat he held out a strip of bacon for her and she smiled mouthing the word thank you as he placed it into her mouth.
Haha, this is crazy! Melody thought internally never expecting to succumb to anyone’s advances this quickly. Then the flavour of the bacon hit, something about the oil, or an unidentifiable spice, or combination, of flavours, cinnamon? No. Oregano? No. The flavour danced around her mouth so quickly she couldn’t pinpoint it.
“What is …” she had to chew and swallow before finish her thought, “So good!”
He took her plump hand and squeezed it gently to show his approval and excitement. She found herself squeezing back.
He led her forward two steps and fed her another slice of bacon. To Melody’s surprise the floor started moving and she realised she was standing on an electric moving walkway, another creature comfort for his ex-wife’s benefit she assumed.
Melody would have expected to feel awkward as she rolled along on the walkway whilst he walked normally along beside her holding her hand. As they approached the next room she caught a glimpse of a gigantic wedding cake that went from floor to ceiling and gasped.
“Oh not yet,” Lydian smiled, “It’s too early for cake, that is for later,” he smiled with a wink.
“Huh?” Melody was suddenly snapped out of her bacon induced daze, “Later? This is just our first date buddy, don’t get any ideas!”
Lydian tilted his head to one side and looked at her in puzzlement, like he didn’t understand, “It’s only cake. I meant it’s a work in progress, I’ll show you it later,” he said. Melody looked into his dark brown eyes and suddenly wanted to take back what she’d just said. He almost had the demeanour of a wounded puppy dog, a really cute one too.
She smiled and squeezed his hand, “I mean…” her thought was cut short from a new aroma coming from up ahead. He smiled and escorted her from the walkway, the moment of awkwardness was past and forgotten. Now Melody only wanted to know what it was that was making her mouth water, and Lydian couldn’t wait for her to find out!
Through a large set of double doors lay a large stack of pancakes covered in more strips of that amazingly delicious bacon covered in maple syrup making them glisten in the light of two large ceiling mounted chandeliers. Decadent silverware, special extra-large sized serving implements and only one plate.
Melody was suddenly lost for words, all she knew was that she was suddenly very, very… hungry. A waft of warm air carrying the delicious aroma gently passed caressed her face, as she breathed it in she had to close her eyes and sigh, her mouth watering so much she had to swallow a couple of times. Her stomach rumbled, hungrier than ever. It was a longing craving kind of hunger that almost made her feel weak at the knees.
He pulled out a chair at the table and without even thinking Melody sat down, her large behind spilling slightly off the edges of the seat. She stared up in awe at the huge stack of pancakes. They almost seemed to tower over her. The sheer volume was making her hot, fantasies of eating the whole thing washed over her mind. Clearly that would be impossible but a part of her mind was sneakily wondering how far she could get if she really tried.
“That, is… a lot of pancakes,” Melody said with a nervous laugh, noticing there was only one plate, “You’re not joining me for dinner?”
“Oh yes of course I am joining you,” Lydian replied, “but I won’t be eating. You see, I pretty much get all my daily nutrition from test-tasting ingredients as I work. It’s a very important part of cooking if you want things to be just perfect, and besides, we’re here to settle a friendly bet aren’t we? I want to see if my pancakes can inspire you beat your old record tonight. I must say I am so glad you gave me the opportunity to prove I wasn’t exaggerating,” he said with an excited grin picked up utensils and began carefully slicing up nice a large portion to serve her, “Since you told me your best effort was the monster burger I decided to do a little field research. I went and tried a little of one, actually better than I expected for an amateur attempt, the cook there may have potential someday.” He began shifting the slices he cut up on to her plate, “Anyway I worked backwards from those flavours to make something a little more exciting to the palette. This dish was a lot of fun to make, and I created it especially for you. I can’t deny I’m absolutely dying to know if I hit the right mark,”
“You totally had me at pancakes,” said Melody nodding her head with a cheeky grin which made him laugh such that he nearly dropped the large perfectly formed wedge of pancakes and bacon strips as he put it on her plate.
Lydian then clasped his hands together eagerly. Melody licked her lips which caused his eyes to widen as he held his breath as expectantly. He almost looked as if he was awaiting an announcement at an awards ceremony, the excitement building in his face as the first forkful moved its way towards her lips. He scanned her face intently, as if searching for micro expressions that might give away signs of enjoyment through her body language.
As the forkful went past Melody’s lips she drew a quick breath of surprise. She became flushed and excited, the combinations of flavours melting in her mouth was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, it was incredible how good it tasted, how such a deceivingly simple dish could be made so well, with such exquisite balance using every last one of the tastebuds in perfect harmony, it was the most perfect thing she had ever tasted.
“Oh <chew> my <mmph> Gwod! That’s incredible <gulp>,” she moaned speaking through a mouthful of food. She swallowed and the aftertaste kicked in combined with pleasing sensation of the food sliding down into her hungry stomach. She blinked at him in disbelief, now completely speechless. But her expression told Lydian all he needed to know and he very subtly pumped his fist in his excitement,
“Yes! I’m so relieved, when I started preparations I was worried I might be out of practise but once I got into the zone everything just seemed to come together just perfectly, I knew this one would be something to be proud of. By the way, I really love your taste in food, it makes my job a lot easier, and more fun,” he seemed to conversed such that it was Melody’s turn to speak just after she’d swallowed the final bite and leant back rubbing her belly pleasurably,
“Wow!” Melody said as she fanned herself with one hand, still shaking her head in disbelief, “Incredible! I’ve never tasted anything so perfect!”
“You’re too kind. You just wait until I’ve tweaked the recipe, that’s when the real magic happens,” he winked at her picking up a butter knife and a measuring spoon cut a small chunk of butter off and dropped it onto a pancake which he began rolling up with the bacon and butter inside. Measuring out the an exact amount of syrup he drizzled the pancake. He handed it to her just as the butter was starting to melt against the hot bacon. Melody breathed in the scent, somehow re-excited by the addition of butter to the mix of aromas.
Lydian explained, “You see now that we’ve established the main flavours we move on to the variations. These aren’t something I can guess, and are really a bit more experimental, which is where we get to be creative. Now I’ve added some butter and rebalanced the proportion of syrup, try a bite now and let me know what you think. It might be a step towards perfection, it might be a step in the wrong direction, but really it’s just great fun to experiment along the way in the quest of finding that perfect flavour. Even when you’ve been doing this as long as I have sometimes there are still surprises. Oh and please feel free to make your own suggestions as we go, I do love a good collaboration!”
Melody closed her eyes and took a bite of the rolled up pancake, letting the butter flow around her mouth as the bacon and pancake mixture seemed to melt in her mouth. She grinned nodding as the chewed.
Lydian laughed, “All right! I’ll take it that’s a win!” and he began rolling another pancake slightly adjusting the butter syrup ratio again, “Okay so let me know with this one, better or worse,” and placed it in Melody’s chubby hands. She took a bite chewed and swallowed.
“Well it’s still amazing,” she smiled and took another couple of bites, trying her best to think critically about what she was eating. Melody looked at the still huge stack of pancakes glistening on the table, her brain spinning with flavour possibilities making it hard to decide.
“I find its best not try and be too logical, just go with your… gut instinct,” explained Lydian patiently.
Lydian swooned as he said the words gut instinct. A large element warmed the large stack from underneath making them appear particularly warm and inviting. Melody had eaten quite a lot already and when Lydian said the phrase gut instinct it triggered something in the naughty part of her brain, she felt aroused. What she wanted became crystal clear, despite how full she was her mouth began to water profusely,
“Try more butter and two strips of bacon on the next one,” she said with a guilty smile.
“Oh that’s good. That’s very good, you and I are going to make a great team I can feel it!” he said approvingly and began preparing a new pancake adjusting the proportions of the ingredients to fit Melody’s suggestion. “Bon appetite!” he handed it to her.
Melody could barely contain herself. The flavour and textures, every chew seemed to reset her tastebuds, it was perfection. If she had been standing up when she took that bite she might have fallen down. She swallowed and gasped a huge breath and tried to greedily pushed the rest of the pancake into her mouth in whole go, panting with desire as she gulped it down as fast as she could.
Lydian had already taken his queue and had another double bacon pancake ready to go which she shoved straight into her mouth moaning, “Oh fuck yes!” muffled by the soft fluffy pancake.
“I think we’ve cracked it! Nice work! Now we’re hitting perfection.” Lydian said as he got to work rolling some more pancakes. He quickly made up a dozen or so pancakes and piled them on to her plate. Melody couldn’t believe it, she felt like she was under some kind of spell cramming in pancake after pancake. She could feel her stomach becoming full but the enjoyment from eating was too good to even think about stopping. She felt reckless, out of control, and if she was honest, it was making her incredibly horny as well. Her arousal only grew as she ate, and ate, and ate.
True to Lydian’s word Melody surpassed the volume of food required to finish her old binge eating record by quite a bit before she even realised it. She began to slow down from fullness. As Lydian noticed this he began changing the proportion of ingredients and cut the next pancake up into little squares.
“What a lot of people don’t realise is how much your brain plays in the perception of flavour. Your mood can alter your perception of taste just as flavour can alter your mood. As your approach fullness your brain interprets message from your tastebuds differently, so naturally it’s important to modify the dish appropriately if you want to get maximum enjoyment right to the last bite. Here try this,” he said as he handed a small square of bacon pancake sprinkled with a very fine dust of salt, pepper and some other unidentifiable spices.
Melody could barely believe how right he was, the subtle enhancement got her popping the little pancake treats in one right after another, she ate herself way past fullness, she never knew it was possible for her to fit so much in.
Finally, FINALLY, Melody was full. Stuffed to the brim, eyes closed, leaning back moaning as she held her massively overstuffed stomach.
Lydian smiled and wiped his brow with his wrist, a job well done.
“I know this is only our first date but there’s absolutely nothing like a good belly rub after a big meal and I’m completely at your service if you felt so inclined,” he offered politely.
Melody opened one eye and smiled with a nod. Lydian placed his hands on her big fat belly and began expertly massaging. The touch of his hands made her sigh deeply with relief as the bloated full feeling in her tummy almost instantly seemed transform into pleasantly comfortable fullness. She closed her eyes and soaked up the sensation. A warm fuzzy feeling seemed to spread throughout her entire body, relaxing her almost as much as a full body massage from a trained masseuse.
“What don’t you sit somewhere a little more comfortable,” he said indicating towards a pair of expensive looking leather recliners in front of a coffee table on the other side of the large room. He helped Melody to her feet and she drowsily waddled over to the chair. She sat and reclined backwards a little with her hands on her belly, stretching out such that her belly pushed forward a little way across her lap. Lydian knelt beside and placed a hand on her tummy to resume the belly rub. Melody grinned and rolled back her tight shirt which was really being tested by her current bloated state.
They both grinned as he put his hands on her naked belly, massaging her fat very sensually. Melody was in heaven. What had been twinges of uncomfortable fullness were now waves of relief and sleepy euphoria as her digestive system was kick-started into action. She accidentally let out a loud involuntary burp, and giggled “Excuse me!”
“A burp from a lovely lady filled with my cuisine is the best flattery in the world to me,” he said as he cheekily pushed on her belly again releasing another burp from deep inside her. Melody was getting immensely hot and bothered feeling his hands on her belly. His thumb snick into her bellybutton from time to time, so hot! She hadn’t been this aroused around the presence of anyone else since she’d beaten the steakhouse’s eating challenge. Her belly was one of her most erogenous areas when full, and her nipples had become rock hard and began to ache pleasantly. She gasped as she realised if he kept this up long enough she was in danger of accidentally having an orgasm right there and then in her pants! She’d better say something quick!
“Oooh! That’s really good but just stop for a second!”
“Everything okay?” he asked with a knowing smile taking his hands away but leaving them to hover over her naked belly flesh as it wobbled to a stop over several seconds. As soon as his hands lost contact she suddenly found herself longing for him to continue rubbing and playing with her belly. She looked up into his eyes and blushed, realising immediately from his expression that he knew exactly how worked up he had gotten her.
Melody spoke breathlessly, “You know when I said this is just our first date? I take it back. You’re amazing, I want you, now!” She pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed her back, the aftertaste of pancakes and probably the most delicious syrup in the world only encouraged the kiss to last longer. She noticed his solid erection brush briefly against the side of her large soft thigh and couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the bulge in his pants
Lydian replied huskily as he planted small kisses on across her neck and shoulders, “Oh I want you too! I think you are the sexiest most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love how smart and funny you are, I love your smile, I love your laugh, and I adore the way you eat until you’re truly satisfied. And. I LOVE how FAT you are!”
At any other time Melody might have chuckled at someone for being such a smooth talker, but right now she found his words to be the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. She let out a breathy moan and kissed him again whilst fumbling for his belt buckle with her chubby hand. Her fingers were a little too fat and clumsy to get a grip so he helped her out. Stripping down to his underwear she could see his member clearly stretching out his designer boxer briefs. He suddenly jumped up and gave her a peck on the cheek and said, “Hold that thought, give me two seconds I’ll be right back,” before dashing out of the room,
“Huh? What are you doing?” said Melody trying not to sound frustrated.
“It’ll be worth it I promise,” he called from the next room along with a series of loud bangs from cupboards and the sound of a fridge opening and closing. He returned in record time holding a perfectly formed vanilla milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top. Throughout its texture were swirls of caramel, raspberry, chocolate, and spearmint, flavourings, each held in place due to how thick and creamy it was.
Melody looked at the dessert. The glass looked much bigger up close. She clutched her bloated tummy in both hands uncertainly,
“I don’t know if I can.”
“That’s okay, just one taste to set the mood, trust me,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her hard. She drew him on top of her so that he was straddling her, legs wrapped around her wide body, her belly pushing out into his lap and chest. He picked up the cherry and pushed it between her lips and she moaned, “I’m so full.”
“I know,” he whispered. Melody smiled seductively.
“I’m so fat!” she looked into his eyes to see his reaction.
“You are SO fat!” he said meeting her gaze as he pushed a finger load of whipped cream into her mouth.
“Tell me,” she moaned, muffled with a mouthful of cream.
“You are so fat, so full of food. My food. Full of flavour that comes right from my heart. I want you to eat it all, to eat as much as you can. It inspires me to make it perfect. Perfect in flavour, perfect in satisfaction, and,” he and nibbled her ear then whispered, “Perfectly fattening!”
Melody grabbed his hips and squeezed him against her belly as she kissed him, then opened her mouth. He poured in the vanilla milkshake. She swooned at how good it was. It was filling up every last nook and cranny of her stomach. So satisfying, so impossibly arousing to have eaten so much and still swallow more.
Lydian spoke as she gulped, “I want to nourish your fat. Give you calories with love. I want the love I put into my food to become your body. To fill you up with my love making you fat, fat, and fatter than ever with desire. I’ve never met someone who was so unashamedly gluttonous.”
His words only seemed to drive Melody to gulp even faster, her grunts and moans of desire egging him on to say more,
“I love the way your cheeks bulge as you stuff your chubby face, so perfectly greedy. Your belly is so full, all that food digesting away, gradually turning my culinary treats into even more gorgeous luscious fat. I swear I can just imagine you right now getting fatter, and fatter,” he was subconsciously wiggling his hips as he spoke, pressing his erection into her soft belly flesh. It was driving Melody wild, she felt so close. So close.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity she quickly grabbed at his underpants pulling them down, accidentally ripping them a bit in the process. To his absolute surprise her soft chubby hand grabbed a hold of his erection and stuffed it straight into the side of her soft belly fat. Melody guided him to thrust it deep into her thick fat rolls, moaning as he poured the rest of the milkshake. She gulped faster and faster wishing she could just open her throat let him pour it into her all at once. The shake was all gone before she knew it, cream smeared all over her red lips and a little on her rounded chubby cheeks and chins. She lay back, amazed that she’d managed to fit it all inside her as well as the pancakes.
“I knew you do could do it! So greedy!” he whispered dropping the glass to the floor where it rolled away noisily.
“Oink, oink,” she whispered with a cream smeared grin whilst pressing her nose into a pretend piggy snout with one hand and wobbling her fat against his deeply inserted cock with the other.
A loud hiccup nearly startled both of them, dislodging her pudgy finger from her nose and making every last inch of her fat ripple. Within seconds they were making out passionately, struggling to remove the rest of their clothes without breaking contact between their lips as they clutched and fondled all of her flab together.
Neither one of them was exactly sure which one of them aimed the head of his penis for her bellybutton but both were pleasantly surprise when it just slipped in. Her bellybutton just seemed to naturally yawn wide open and let him slide into its depths. They just seemed to fit together so perfectly. Melody’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened in amazement at how hot that made her. She’d used her belly button to get off before but never like this!
Their faces flared with knowing desire never breaking eye contact as they automatically began heaving and thrusting together, madly fondling as much of her fat as they could get their hands on. She put her hands at her sides, groaning in delight as she squeezed as much of her soft belly flab as she could reach into his chest and around his body. He immediately reached down and grabbed her belly’s overhanging base from the sides and lifted it upwards, and together they squeezed as much of her belly fat between their four hands as they could possibly gather into an even bigger ball of blubber against his body. Within ten seconds they were each on the brink of a huge orgasm, moaning as they kissed passionately. Her thick thighs wobbled as her legs squirmed together involuntarily, she gasped as she felt his legs tighten around her middle and sensed the first droplets of cum beginning to spurt deep inside her belly fat.
Melody’s voice squealed into a higher pitch, her climax was so intense they nearly slid off the recliner. Meanwhile Lydian gushed into her bellybutton and she grabbed his hips with her chubby arms and pulled him against her soft warm fat body, running her soft arms up and down his back, hugging him tightly, spurring him on until he could cum no more.
They lay there together out of breath for several minutes, her leaning back in the comfortable leather chair, him cuddling her fat body still wiggling his semi-erection inside her bellybutton enjoying the afterglow of the sensations.